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still continue to choose that one in particular.” I nodded to the body that unnervingly looked like an older version of myself, wishing more for the demon depicted in his throne to be facing me instead.
    “Ah my son, your dear mother loves this form for a reason.” He threw back at me and I sighed, reconsidering my decision to stand. I used my power without much thought to move the chair back and answered his comment with a cutting one of my own.
    “Why, has she been down here recently?” I saw a flash of my father’s rage before it simmered. Good, I wanted that rage so I had something to battle. Just the very thought of Keira in this place twisted my insides like one of Vincent’s blades. Had she come into this room? What had she been forced to witness?
    “Touché Dominic.” He said fighting with his temper enough to force out his next question.
    “So tell me, how is my dear wife these days, does she still favour the sun?” I snapped out of my own ire and looked up at him, noting how his muscles had tensed. His skin had tightened to what looked like a painful degree. I shook my head at the same question I received every time. It was always about his Sarah .
    “She is very well but this is not news.” I replied the same as always.
    “You know it has not slipped her notice the obsession you still hold over her.” I added.
    “One night with a Goddess will do that to you son but this you already know…tell me Son, how is your own Goddess doing these days?” I growled low in my throat and crushed the arms of the chair, knowing I should never have sat down. I stood perfectly in sync with one single pound of my heart as I let his words ignite my temper. I kicked the chair back hearing it smash into the furniture behind me but not taking a second of care to look.
    “Fuck you! Do not play games with me old man for you know she isn’t mine anymore!”   The last words came through in my demon tongue, as it was as angry with his last comment as I was. However, my father barely flinched at my outburst but merely made a tutting sound before speaking.
    “Now, now Dom, you know she will always be yours…a being of your birthright and keeper of my blood doesn’t lay claim to the other half of their soul and then truly walk away from it.” His voice became harsher with every syllable that left his lips, showing his mounting impatience.
    “And mother?” I pushed back, as was my nature. He surprised me when instead of mirroring my anger he simply relaxed his features, features that so resembled my own. Then he grinned that fucking grin of his!
    “She will always be mine, even as she sits in her gleaming tower of purity and thinks otherwise.”
    “And if your decision meant her death, what then?” I snapped making his fist come crashing down on the wood.
    “The idea’s painful isn’t it father?”
    “Fucking fates! Now you listen boy and you listen good. If I had taken any care in words spoken by any ideas the Gods had seen fit to say, then you and your siblings would never have been born!”
    “And if you’re wrong? Or I am wrong…?”
    “Or the fates are wrong.” He interrupted me and I closed my eyes at the hope in his words, ones I always carried buried and locked away in my heart.
    “I can’t chance her life, I won’t!” This was not an option for me!
    “Where is my son Dominic? Where is the fearless King I know lives inside you?”
    “Don’t play that card and don’t gamble with my pride, for you will lose!” I growled back at him knowing what he was doing.
    “But you let the Fates play and gamble with your very life, yet you are not brave enough to snatch back control. To take what you were destined to take…to demand and to OWN what is rightfully yours!”
    “I WILL KILL HER!” I roared in his face over the altar, throwing my arms back in my soul destroying confession.
    “If you truly believed that then why are you even here?” I took in his question and the anger started to seep